Chapter 92 Kicking into the bushes.
"We rushed out of the house," Abigail choked, "Originally, my mother owned several properties, but now they're all gone..."
"What about the others?" Abella asked softly.
"In the past, my grandfather was in charge at home. After he passed away, my grandmother also left this world soon after... Originally, my father managed the company, but he left and everyone looked up to my uncle as the leader."
No one stood up to speak for the two of them.
Some older relatives advised them to be more open-minded and submissive, after all, it was too easy to get a meal under the protection of Parsons.
But if you were to confront Parsons, the outcome would definitely be miserable!
"But I don't want to bow my head and submit to them. They are too oppressive," Abigail said.
Usually, it was tolerable for her to have her uncle and aunt to bully them, but later even her cousins dared to act ruthlessly towards them. Even after she and her mother moved to a rental house, her cousins still occasionally caused trouble for them.
It seemed like tormenting them was a fun activity.
"Today, throwing garbage at the grave, there's no need to say, it must have been my cousin!"
Abigail was so angry that she couldn't speak coherently, "Last year, it was the same. She brought a few bodyguards and kicked all of my father's offerings, and even threw garbage on top, saying many disrespectful words. My mother couldn't tolerate it and argued with her, but ended up being injured by the bodyguards. Terrible..."
Abigail said this, as if she had thought of something, "Last year, around this time... Miss Medici, can I make a phone call?"
Abella guessed what she was thinking and raised her eyes, "Of course you can."
Abigail hastily took out her phone and dialed her mother's number, but she waited for a while and no one picked up.
She felt anxious in her heart, feeling a sense of ominousness.
Just then, Joseph knocked on the door, "Miss Medici, there's a lingerie company that has been selling well recently, and they want us to help with processing. Their current production line can't produce enough goods... The price they offered is quite tempting, and their manager wants to meet you at the Waterfront Café, probably in an hour. What do you think?"
Abigail dialed two more numbers, but still, no one answered. She was extremely worried, "Miss Medici, can I take a leave? I want to go to Lancelot Park to take a look..."
Her father's grave was in Lancelot Park.
The Waterfront Café was actually only a ten-minute distance from there.
"It's on the way," Abella glanced at Joseph, "Go prepare the car."
Recently, Phillippe had been picking her up and there was no car of her own, but the company had two spare cars.
Little did they know, after they left, a hand picked up the design draft on the desk...
Throughout the journey, Abigail kept calling her mother's phone, and the more unanswered calls she made, the more anxious she became.
Finally, they arrived at Lancelot Park and from a distance, Abigail saw a group of people surrounding her mother, Ashley, and there was someone next to them just spectating, it was her cousin Blair Parsons.
At this moment, Blair delicately spoke, "Aunt, look, Uncle has been dead for several years now, and you are all alone. Life must be difficult for you... Fortunately, you have your niece in your heart. How about joining him and spending time together with my age-matched bodyguard? It's perfect to have a witness right in front of his grave..."
The girl speaking appeared to be around seventeen or eighteen years old. She was wearing an expensive little dress, and her small accessories added an air of elegance. A diamond headband swept her golden bangs back, with soft wavy curls cascading down her back, exuding youthful vitality and a sense of delicate luxury.
"Blair! Are you in your senses?! Have you forgotten how good your uncle was to your family when he was alive? Don't you have any gratitude in your heart? Aren't you afraid that your uncle will turn into a vengeful ghost and come after you?"
Though Ashley was itching with hatred, she was aware of her disadvantage compared to the larger group on the other side.
"Forget what Aunt just said. I almost forgot, when Uncle was alive, he was greatly favored by Grandfather, and at that time, our family was under your control. But now, the tables have turned..."
As Blair said this, she glanced lazily at the bodyguard and said in a delicate manner, "Old John, what are you standing there for? Be a good caretaker for my aunt, so that Uncle can see that his wife is being taken care of. I am sure he would feel relieved underground."
Old John, the bodyguard, was short and sturdy, in his forties, and his eyes revealed greed and lust.
Ashley had lived a life of ease and luxury, taking excellent care of her appearance. She exuded the demeanor of a noblewoman, even when she moved into a rental house later. Despite her clothes being a bit worn, her noble and elegant demeanor remained intact, which made Old John unable to resist.
"Old John, though you may be a bit poor and can't compare to the Uncle from back then, you are more than enough for Aunt now."
Blair looked at Old John as he approached Ashley step by step, with a smile showing her anticipation, "Aunt, enjoy yourself. Old John's physical strength will bring you comfort."
Ashley pointed at the gravestone and said, "If any of your people dare to touch me today, I will throw myself and die right here! Let's see how you will explain it to The Parsons family! How will you explain it to your elders!"
Upon hearing this, Blair chuckled lightly, "What's the matter? Uncle has been dead for so long, and you still have to remain faithful to him? All our ancestors and previous generations have been lying in coffins for so long, do they care about your affairs? As for our elders, which one dares to interfere with you and me?"
"You despicable person!" At this moment, Abigail suddenly rushed towards Blair, raising her hand wanting to slap her.
However, she was intercepted by the vigilant bodyguard, who also pushed Abigail to the ground.
Abigail stumbled and hurt her elbow, causing it to bleed.
"Abi, why did you come?" Ashley urgently said, "Run, don't worry about me."
Abigail angrily stared at the arrogant and domineering girl in front of her, "Has someone shoved feces into your mouth from other people's toilets? Your mouth smells so bad! And this group of lackeys around you doesn't even bother to scrub it with a brush."
"Abigail!" Blair saw her and felt both angry and amused. "You came just in time. Nick, haven't you been interested in her for a long time? Today, you and Old John should entertain the mother and daughter properly."
Abigail was furious. "You dare touch us and see what happens!"
"You really think I can't do anything to you? Can Uncle crawl out of the ground and defend you and your mother?" Blair sneered with raised eyebrows. "Go ahead and try."
Old John was the first to approach, wanting to tear off Ashley's clothes. Ashley screamed in fright.
"Let go of my mom!" Abigail tried to save her mother but was pulled by Nick and dragged towards the nearby bushes. "You jerk, let go of me!"
Suddenly, a delicate hand grabbed Nick's arm. Before Nick could react, he was inexplicably kicked into the bushes.
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